O my beloved! There was dawn in your eyes, and in that dawn there was the silent mystery of a deep night, and the silent promise of a full day, and I was fulfilled, and I was whole. O my beloved, this life, this veil, is between us now. Must I live this death and die again that I may live again? Must I need linger until all these green things turn yellow and then naked again, and yet again?
Why did you call me into a world which you knew in your heart you would leave? Any one of the dead might have served to glorify you. Kahlil Gibran, Lazarus and His Beloved